Chapter Ten
Ashley fiddled with the engine on the Piper. It never seemed to work the way she wanted it to. She’d been waiting for that perfect engine hum when she took it into the air, and it wasn’t happening.
“You’re a pilot, Ash, not a mechanic,” Greg said. “Let Marv handle this.” He watched the blonde leaning in with a wench in hand.
“s**t!” She came up for air, and wiped a dirty arm across her forehead, then went back to work.
“Ashley, just let Marv take care of it. That’s what I pay him for.”
“He doesn’t tune the engine the way I want it,” Ashley muttered.
“You treat these planes like they were your children,” Greg said.
Ashley stood up and turned back to her boss.
“Maybe I do. I was a one woman show in South America. It’s what I’m used to.”
“Well this is civilization, hon, y
